#Dangerous Hide & Seek; Drabble

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

POV: You are five, and are playing hide and seek with your papa. He always beats you in the game, but you are determined to win someday! Right now, he is counting to ten, so you are sneaking around in the hidden tunnels to find a hiding place. You wait for him to come. And he finds you...except it's not your papa. This...person, he looks like your papa, but he's not. Your papa always looked at you with tender eyes, but in this stranger's gaze, you see nothing but demented glee. You don't know why, but you can feel the fright slowly creeping on your back. And then he moves.

Hide and Seek

Summary: You always loved your weird papa. But you didn't know that one day you would be truly scared of him.

Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, dubcon, angst

Word count: 1930

Author's note: It took me a long time to finally reply to this ask. But damn, I'm so glad it didn't get lost on the page. And I was able to figure out exactly how I wanted to write this drabble.

Tag List: @druidwolf21, @kit-williams

And also I want @passionofthesith, @lemon-russ, @moodymisty, @beckyninja, @solspina to see this. Sorry guys, no horny atmosphere. Only fear and angst.

You lived in softness from the moment you were born. The entire floor was covered with warm and plush blankets, pillows. Not to mention the two beds. The entire room was covered with soft cute toys, with which you fell asleep by your side. Even your mommy, a kind and quiet woman, slept with toys in her arms.

You didn't see the world outside the ship. Mommy said that it was very dangerous there. She herself was from a planet that did not want to join the Imperium (you still didn't understand what that was). But daddy came and told them how to live correctly. He fell in love with mom at first sight and immediately took her to his place. To a safe place.

You always thought it was a romantic story. Although mom told you it very quietly. Sometimes she looked sadly at the ceiling and you wondered if she remembered her home planet? Perhaps she missed her parents, but now she has a new home. You and daddy.

Daddy didn't come around that often because he was a primarch. Papa told you that meant he was the most important. He had pale skin, black eyes and slightly dirty hair. His teeth were clawed and he always smelled of something metallic. Daddy said it was blood.

He looked a bit scary, but Mummy said it was because he worked a lot. But thanks to that, you and she lived so well. Your cozy room was soft and warm. Daddy always washed himself before coming in here. He didn't want to "bring dirt into his little paradise," as he liked to say.

He often played with you and had tea party. He told you stories. And he was always touching Mummy. Hugging her, kissing her. One time you woke up in the middle of the night when you realized that strange sounds were coming from the bed. Papa stroked her hair, saying how much he loved her, how obsessed (what does that mean?) he was with her. For some reason, Mom cried.

In fact, you didn’t see the whole ship from the inside (you didn’t even know what it looked like from the outside). Your whole life was concentrated in one room. And yet, when you turned four, daddy started taking you “to a separate compartment”. Especially just for the two of you. You didn’t know why he did it until he told you to hide and you happily ran to explore the territory. You just recently told papa that you and mom often play hide and seek. But there’s so little space that you quickly finish playing.

Then he quickly found you. And the next time. And the one after that. He was so fast and secretive. As if he was born in the dark! But you so wanted to defeat him one day. To hear the cherished “I can’t find you” and proudly come out of hiding.

Now you’re five. And before the next game, you thought about where exactly you would hide this time. In one of the tunnels. When you saw the black depths, you were scared of it and burst into tears. You were still afraid to go there. But… it’s such a good chance to win. Papa will never guess where you decided to hide.

***

It's very dark and creepy in the hole. In other hide-and-seek places, you sometimes giggled in anticipation. But here, you don't want to. It's very dark. And scary. You want to escape from here as soon as possible, but you endure it. You want to beat daddy at the game. And even though you haven't seen him, you felt like more time has passed than usual. But he still hasn't found you. You almost won!

A sudden rustle from behind interrupted your happy thoughts. Your heart pounded and goosebumps ran down your spine. You swallowed, trying with all your might to stay in place. No, you have to win. You can't leave this hole no matter how scared you are. But another rustle makes you squeak in fear. You turn around sharply, hoping to see nothing behind you. To overcome your fear and understand that you can survive this for the sake of victory.

You wanted to scream, but you couldn't make a sound.

There was complete darkness. And yet the black eyes and pale face stood out brightly, as if there was a ghost in front of you. The clawed teeth spread in a smile from ear to ear. The man himself was sitting on all fours, like a dog ready to pounce. Ready to tear you to shreds.

It was papa. No. It was papa's face. But it was not him. He no longer looked at you with gentle and kind eyes. His face was not sad as usual. He was beside himself with delight. Saliva was ready to flow from the corners of his lips, and excitement splashed in his eyes. And something else. A bad word that mom said in her sleep, when she had nightmares. Madness.

“Found.” - the monster whispered softly, as if trying to calm the girl. To make contact with her. To make friends. Before sinking his teeth into her throat. You saw, you saw this desire. It wanted to eat you. To absorb you. It wanted to take you into the darkness of the tunnel and never let you go.

And then it moved.

“PAPA, SAVE ME!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, closing your eyes, feeling tears streaming down your cheeks. You were sobbing like a little child. You were a child. Defenseless and abandoned to the mercy of a monster. Which immediately grabbed you in its arms and ran away laughing into the darkness of the tunnel.

Tears and snot ran down your face in disarray, you cried at the top of your lungs. But you didn’t even think about opening your eyes. You didn’t want to see this monster wearing your dad’s skin on its face. And yet, you couldn’t ignore the suffocating embrace of the monster’s stomach. How it giggled at your fear. It enjoyed it. Enjoyed your fear.

At some point, the monster slowed down and you felt it rise on two legs. Imitating a human. You weren't screaming anymore, your throat was hoarse. But you were ready to start bawling again, just so daddy could hear you. He had to hear, he had to save you.

“Here we are, home.” - the monster cooed in your ear. You trembled, but as soon as you heard the familiar creaking sound, hope appeared in your heart. - “Come on, delicious. Come to mommy.”

You slowly open your eyes and see your paradise. Your soft, toy-filled room. Books with children's fairy tales. Star-shaped lamps. And a little scared, but mostly sad mother. She sobs and stretches out her hands to you. Gentle, caring hands that always stroked you before bed.

"Come here, darling. Don't be afraid." - and her voice is gentle too. She looks only at you. Tries to ignore the monster.

But you are scared. And as soon as the stranger puts you down on your feet, you immediately run into the woman's arms. You hide in her chest, trying to ignore the evil giggling. The monster leaves you, locking the door. But you still hear his terrible voice.

“My girls.”

Your mommy gently rocks you on her lap, continuing to stroke you and kiss your forehead. You are still anxious. You want to forget this nightmare. And you calm down, surrounded by the care of a kind woman. Perhaps that is why daddy fell in love with her. Daddy…

“Mom.” - you finally raise your head and look at the woman with red, tired eyes. - “W-who is this man? Why does he look like papa? And where is papa himself?”

Your mother was always as quiet as a mouse. Neat and gentle, she did not attract attention to herself. She was often sad, especially when papa came. But there was light coming from her. Light that warmed and calmed you. You could always rely on her. But now she was silent. And this silence was tense.

You looked into her eyes and to your horror, you saw exactly the same fear there. Sadness. Despair. She was desperate. You hugged your mother tighter, rubbing her skin with your palms. Maybe she got cold? Maybe she needed to be warmed up?

“Mommy?” - you call her softly and she finally looks at you. But it doesn’t make it any easier.

“Oh, honey.” - your mom took a deep breath and you flinched at the way she said those words. As if she had met that person before. And not for the first time.

“You see, it’s… another papa.” - your mom explains to you softly, continuing to stroke your head. - “He doesn’t come often. I’m sorry you saw him like that. He didn’t mean to scare you.”

The woman said the last words so uncertainly, which made you press yourself closer to her.

“Does he hate us?” - you still remember his crazy look. His grin. How he giggled while you cried and called for papa.

“No, honey. He loves us. But he loves too harshly. Sometimes cruelly.” - you hear a quiet sob and understand that your mom is trying to hold back her tears. - “He’s just very lonely. And in pain. So he wants someone to share his pain with him. To calm him down.”

“And he can’t leave? "He can't leave us with our papa?" - you ask naively, expecting your mother to say the cherished "yes". That these are just temporary problems and daddy will cope. He is the primarch, he is the best.

But your hopes are shattered.

"No, dear." - your mother's voice sounds so quiet and hopeless that you want to hug her. To calm her down as she did you. - "This is your papa too. You will get used to him."

A sudden creak of the door scares you to the point of trembling. Your heart starts pounding like crazy and yet you turn around at the sound. You can't help but do it. You can't help but look because it seems to you that if you don't do it, he will get angry.

Absolutely black eyes are full of such universal sadness that a little more and you will suffocate. Papa did not smile and yet you knew that it was him. The ghost that haunted you. Who wanted to swallow you up and never give you to anyone. You wonder, maybe this is the real papa, and you saw daddy so often because you were little? Because he spared you? You didn't see him as often as mom.

And then it spoke.

"Are my sweet ones scared?" - you want to scream, you want to run away, but mom hugs you tightly, kissing your temple. You need to survive this meeting. And he will leave, leave. - "Well, it's okay, daddy is with you. He will protect you."

Night Haunter enters the plush room and carefully sits down with his two girls. He hugs you tenderly, but you want to cry. Daddy always smelled of blood, but he smells of death.

"Papa" - you squeak like a mouse, trying to reach daddy. Strange and sometimes frightening, but careful with you. Who smiled as if you and Mom were his whole life. Who had goodness in him, at least for the two of you. But Daddy is silent. Instead, a monster answers, a terrible creature who loves you just as much, which makes it even scarier.

“I'm here, delicious.”

[florestalio]

( ☁︎ ) ──────── ❛ EN( ℋ )YPEN 𓈒𓈒𓈒

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ 1, 2, connect! hello, we are enhypen! ❞

INDEX ➤ fluff — f, angst — a, smut — s

⠀๑.⠀⠀⠀양중원⠀⠀──⠀⠀JUNGWON⠀?⠀.⠀.⠀.

THE PERFECT COPY ( 7k words) — s

synopsis: finding a job in the current state of the world was a hassle, but given your skills, it wasn't hard to find a decently paying job as a doorman. your job is to distinguish the doppelgangers from the real humans. simple enough, right? right?

⠀๑.⠀⠀⠀이희승⠀⠀──⠀⠀HEESEUNG⠀?⠀.⠀.⠀.

DAYDREAM (1.6k words) — s

synopsis: where heeseung gets the best head of his life... or does he?

HIDE-N-SEEK (8.2k words) — s

synopsis: recently, your town has been getting terrorized by a serial killer, going by the name of 'ghostface'. of course you were scared to be his victim. imagine the sheer terror on your face — and the utter delight on his — when your fear turns out to not have been caused by your paranoia.

FATAL OBSESSION (11.8k words) — s

synopsis: even if your best friend seemed to have found the love of her life, the one that keeps her the happiest, while also treating you, and everyone else with respect—you can't help but feel something was... off about him. you didn't dwell on it much—something which proved to be a fatal mistake on your part.

drabbles:

jealousy + step-cest + noncon/dubcon

⠀๑.⠀⠀⠀박종성⠀⠀──⠀⠀JAY⠀?⠀.⠀.⠀.

nothing here yet!

⠀๑.⠀⠀⠀심재윤⠀⠀──⠀⠀JAKE⠀?⠀.⠀.⠀.

PUPPY ANTICS (1.9k words) PART 2 (1k words) — s

synopsis: in which, you start ovulating in the middle of the night — something that your puppy catches on to even before you did.

⠀๑.⠀⠀⠀박성훈⠀⠀──⠀⠀SUNGHOON⠀?⠀.⠀.⠀.

INSATIABLE NEEDS (3.6k words) — s

synopsis: you had always found your best friend attractive, who wouldn't? but perhaps, him being so close to you when you were ovulating... wasn't the best idea. after all, a harmless crush can lead to being dangerously close to toeing the line of friendship.

⠀๑.⠀⠀⠀김순우⠀⠀──⠀⠀SUNOO⠀?⠀.⠀.⠀.

nothing here yet!

⠀๑.⠀⠀⠀오철수⠀⠀──⠀⠀NI-KI⠀?⠀.⠀.⠀.

JUST FRIENDS (6.4k words) — f

synopsis: albeit the lines of your friendship were quite blurred, it still confused you as to why riki was suddenly adamant on having your hair tie on his wrist at all times. given, you know, that it would be basically telling the world that the two of you were dating.

[irisintheafterglow]

One-Shots

Gojo Satoru

You Are In Love - "you're my best friend," and you knew what it was

...Ready For It? - knew he was a killer first time that I saw him

Hits Different - it hits different 'cause it's you (or, struggling in a situationship with gojo satoru)

Never Grow Up - meeting megumi for the first time

The Archer - all of my enemies started out friends, can he hold on to you?

invisible string - the first time megumi uses ten shadows

even in my worst times, you see the best in me - being the strongest has its downsides, but at least you're suffering with him

life's no fun without a good scare - you have the brilliant idea of playing hide and seek in a corn maze against the most powerful sorcerer in the world. should be fun, right?

it's all me, just don't go (meet me in the afterglow) - satoru is jealous but refuses to admit it.

every dead end street led you straight to me - former fuckboy gojo has some things to say at the top of a mountain

i hate accidents, except when we went from friends to this! - coworkers to lovers with a healthy amount of teenage eavesdropping

he's the death you chose (you're in terrible danger) - married life with husband!gojo means cleaning up bodies at 2am.

Geto Suguru

The Great War - somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

Back to December - you gave him all your love and all he gave you was goodbye

say you'll remember me - you were destined to fail from the start, so why does it hurt so badly when he's gone?

dazzling haze, mysterious way about you, dear - need some fluff after reading all the angst above?

tell me that you love me, love me 'til my lips turn blue - being partnered with suguru on a mission takes an unexpected turn

what if all i need is you? - after failed attempts to find a date to a relative's birthday party, your best friend acts as your fake boyfriend.

you know i love you so. - what if he never left you?

Nanami Kento

of daisies and collisions - nanami kento felt a little out of his element, with a small bundle of flowers sitting in his lap and brooding in the dark corner of the jazz bar. yet, you play that song he likes again, and nothing else matters.

Blurbs/Drabbles

the stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours - holding satoru and letting him rest, even if it's only for a little bit

it took so long to know someone like you - he doesn't know who he is with you and it scares both of you

bad days and blanket burritos - good ol' satoru bf fluff

Imagines/HCs

And the touch of a hand lit the fuse

how gojo and geto react to their partner being obsessed with them (fluffy !!!)

summer camp counselor!gojo

Gojo Satoru

What, like it's hard? -> law student!gojo / university!gojo

general hcs

when he buys a motorcycle

flirting via the library

I'm with the band -> rockstar!gojo

rockstar!gojo meet sexyy

the valentine's day show

quiet moments and teaching you guitar

awards show

Falling for you, on and off the ice -> hockey player!gojo

someone steals your usual rink slot

watching a game

living in winter, i am your summer - he's terrible at figure skating

Kachow -> professional racer!gojo

on the radio

smoke his ass! - pro racer!gojo needs some motivation after a newcomer to the track pisses him off

Geto Suguru

oops? - satoru finds out that you've been seeing his best friend

a quiet moment in the aquarium

napping with you :)

scare actor!suguru

wooing the rec center worker (university!suguru)

Save a horse, ride a cowboy -> gunslinger!suguru

gunslinger!geto au

big iron - he's not the first to go after the crystal-eyed bandit, but something tells you that this one will keep his promise to buy you a drink when the hunting is done.

Theta Phi Fuckhead -> enemy frat!suguru

ancient grudge, new mutiny

move fast, keep quiet

half the things that haven't happened yet

Series Masterlists

End Game (volleyball captain!gojo x you) COMPLETED

Co-Parenting Megumi with Satoru COMPLETED

I Don't Wanna Live Forever (gojo x you during shibuya) COMPLETED

VIGILANTE SHIT (vigilante!au, IN PROGRESS)

[astroboots]

⏎ Back to Main Masterlist

SERIES

Every You Every Me | Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader

You are falling from the 44th floor of the Chrysler building when you're saved by the unfriendly neighborhood Spider-man: Miguel O'Hara.

Punch Out Love | Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader

You know nothing about boxing, until you attend boxing champion Miguel O'Hara’s fights. In one exhilarating moment you find yourself drawn to the sports and the man.

ONE SHOTS

Superhuman Stamina |🔞 Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader

The dangers of dating a man with superhuman stamina.

Stitches and Claws |🔞| Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader

You find yourself in a compromising position on your knees when you help stitch up Miguel's wounds.

Rainy Night Patrol |🔞 Miguel O'Hara x Female Reader

Miguel comes home after a night of patrolling with a lot of pent up tension to find you sound asleep.

Hide and Seek | 🔞 Miguel and you play hide and seek.

DRABBLES

Can I touch? | You're fascinated by Miguel's fangs.

Lingerie Shopping | Miguel accompanies you to go shopping.

[fernpetals]

And (Part 2 of 'The Night is Dark)

Masterlist

Yandere Constantine x Reader

This is the sequel of this fic. I suggest reading this drabble before continuing with this piece.

You have not been on a date for ages. Never felt the need to, it has been so long, pining over John Constantine, playing hide-and-seek, and playing with him.

It's not like you did not understand his reasoning when he first deflected putting a tag to what you two share...shared. You still understand his reasons. But you are tired of putting your feelings aside for the sake of the man you have loved like no other before.

You are finally putting your heart first, your feelings, yourself first. And for that, the first step is avoiding John Constantine at all costs.

You have considered going out with someone else, just to take your mind off. But like the coward that you are, you chickened out in the last moment.

You have come to realise that if you truly wish to move on, you will find no solace in someone else's arms, but in yourself alone. The fruits will take time to bear, but will be sweeter and never run out.

So, you are, for once, present in your office party, truly mingling in rather then spending your nights either alone in your apartment or with Constantine---he would always insist on being with you every night, afraid that something might attack you.

And now, it has been two weeks without him by your side, without hearing his voice, feeling his touch, feeling him inside you. It feels odd, but you know that it will get better.

----

Being a Friday, your colleagues have taken the liberty of enjoying the night and by the time your car pulls up at the parking garage of your apartment, it's 3 AM, the time Constantine is most alert. You roll your eyes at the thought as you stand in the lift. He is a permanent resident in your mind and the termite eating away your heart. You feel the tiredness finally kicking in as you near your floor. You are ready to hit the bed as soon as you can.

Your slumped shoulders, however, stiffen up as soon as the doors open, revealing Constantine by your apartment door, fiddling with a cigarette. His gaze rises to meet yours.

"Where have you been? Do you have any idea how worried I was?" He strides towards you, flicking the toxic stick away.

"I was at a dinner party." You regret explaining your absence to him immediately.

What is done is done, you can blame habit for this.

"At a dinner party this late? Alone? You know the dangers lurking in the dark don't you?"

You do not respond, instead focus on unlocking your apartment, trying to keep your quivering hands steady. You hope that he doesn't notice.

"You have been ignoring me. Why?" You pause at the way his voice drops.

You look up, seeing him tower over you. Maybe this has to be done now.

"Constantine...I think...I think we should not see each other anymore."

His eyes narrow at your words before his hand wraps around your wrist, ceasing your nervous movements.

"What are you talking about? Are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk Constantine. I am finally brave enough to let go of something that has only brought me heartbreak." You snatch your wrist from his hold and open your apartment door, refusing to meet his gaze. "What do---Is it about the other day? You were drunk out of your mind, you were imagining--"

"I know when I imagine things and when they are real. Don't try that trick on me, John." You snap, glaring at him as you hold the door handle, ready to slam it shut. Constantine sighs and looks away "I already told you (Y/N). You don't understand."

"I do, John, trust me, I do understand now. I see it clearly now. I must protect my heart first. I'm tired John, I'm tired of this, I can't do this anymore. I am choosing myself this time, I cannot allow you to keep breaking my heart just because you think I am safer that way." "Because you are and---"

"Goodnight John." You say, cutting him off and shutting the door on his face.

You have had enough.

A third part is under construction

[winchestergirl2]

March Reading Recs 2025

To show some love and appreciation to all the amazing writers here on tumblr, who take the time to give us all these incredible stories (for free), allowing us to escape into these worlds. Here are all the fantastic fics I've read this month. 💖

Many of these fics and blogs are 18+ only, and NSFW please heed the author's individual fic warnings and requests regarding no minors. I am not responsible for your media consumption.

Reading Recs Masterlist

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Between The City & the Stars Part 4 | Part 5 @zepskies

Authors Summary: In the fall of 1945, Dean is having a difficult time assimilating back into civilian life after the War. He’s visiting his brother Sam in New York City, where he’s beginning to build up his law firm. At two minutes to closing time, you interrupt their evening to solicit a solicitor. Your request? You need help in order to divorce your husband.

If I Stay Part 1 | Part 2 | @zepskies

Authors Summary: Your dream is to work with kids as an elementary school teacher. Dean is well on his way to becoming a firefighter, keeping things light and “strings unattached” as he goes. After a one-night stand you never saw coming, you and Dean are forced to deal with the consequences…and figure out if the connection between you is worth fighting for.

Safeguard (drabble) @maddie0101

Authors summary: After a bad nightmare, you seek comfort in Dean’s arms.

Sam Winchester

Safe with you @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery

( ☕️ ) - Mornings: Were Made For You - Sam Winchester @keoriwnch

Authors Summary: Sam Winchester is an annoyingly perfect morning person, and you are not. Waking up without him next to you is already a struggle, but when he tries to coax you out of bed with coffee and soft kisses, you realize maybe mornings aren’t so bad—at least, not when they start with him.

Tracker

Russell Shaw

Rivers & Roads Away @impala-dreamer

Big Sky

Beau Arlen

Hope in Broken Places Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | @jessjad

Authors Summary: Moving to and living in Montana had once been a necessary thing for Beau. But three years later now he loved it. His daughter by his side, some new friends he had made. Only problem was that Beau, an alpha in his mid-fourties, starts to feel the effects of not being mated. Will he become feral or is fate on his side one last time?

When Control Slips @agirlwithdemonblood

Authors Summary: Beau Arlen struggles with his unspoken feelings for his younger deputy, leading to a dangerous outburst that threatens their undercover operation and forces him to confront what he’s been hiding all along.

Paperwork @unsuperingyournatural

Here @unsuperingyournatural

Dawsons Creek

CJ Braxton

Sweet Talks & Sales Pitches @wendichester

Authors Summary. cj tries to convince you to join the stand

Smallville

Jason Teague

Coach Teague | Part 2 | @wendichester

Authors Summary: There's a new coach in town and suddenly football has become interesting!

[liquorisce]

thirsty

(ichihime vampire au drabble, wc: 470)

rating: m/nsfw/18+

cw: alluded / implicit age gap (bc ichigo in this is her older brother’s friend)

typed this up in out of the blue on my phone bc i was so obsessed and inspired by this fanart by @ilolr77 ❤️ @elyonholic here is my humble new year offering for you 🥰 pls excuse my typos!!

I’ll protect her, he’d vowed. Not only to her brother, but also to himself— the little girl who’d followed him around for years, tugging at the back of his shirt, demanding things from him the same way she demanded from her brother, puffing up her cheeks at him when she was upset, red nose crying because her brother had to work through holidays, whispering why does it have to be so lonely, inviting her to family dinners, sitting at a table with his sisters, part of the family for as long as he’s known her.

Little girl who’s not so little anymore, hasn’t been for a long time, a woman now, fully grown, yes— he can feel it underneath his hands, hot with eagerness in her body, her body even hotter. “Ichigo,” she’s whimpering, no longer using affectionate familial terms, no longer calling him Kurosaki-kun, like when he loomed over her, large and unknown.

Now she’s so grown he can’t hide anything from her: I know your secret, she said to him, yes, she came to him, he didn’t seek her out, he didn’t ask for this— a crucial fact he needed to remind himself of to keep the guilt at bay— “I know you’re hungry,” she told him in that sweet voice, dangerous in how tempting it was to the beast inside him that had already awoken. Golden eyed and fanged, he watched her angle her neck towards him and offer herself— she offered, he tells himself, everything he has now is freely given. And how nice it is, this meal, her blood, red soaking his lips, trickling into his mouth; her legs are on either side of his thigh, she’s moving in a desperate, hurried way, shivering in his arms as if she needs this to sustain her the way she is sustaining him.

Feeling terrible, he licks at the puncture wounds on her neck, two little holes in her perfect skin. “I’m sorry,” he says, stroking her hip— it’s naked, her shirt has ridden up, fingers on her stomach, sometime ago on her breast— “you didn’t have to do this. You shouldn’t do this.”

“It’s nice,” she says, “Different.” Her voice is scratchy. For the first time ever, you need me. She brings her mouth in front of his, hovering, tantalisingly close but not touching. Like ripe fruit, easy to tear into. “It’s nice, being needed like this.”

He could’ve laughed at her, but he doesn’t. Need? She doesn’t know how deep it runs within him, how much of it he possessed, desire sprung from far within him, so old, taking different forms through the years, in dangerous ways that had nothing to do with his inhumanity. “You think I need you because I’m a monster,” he murmurs, “but that has very little to do with it.”

[velvethana]

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ While You Were Sleeping. ⭒ drabble

Against your better judgement you find yourself always returning to him every single time, unspoken feelings lingering in the dark.

There were many times that you had woken up, bathed in the sunlight peeking through the window in a sick game of hide and seek. The settling realization of where you were: in a bed unwelcome, you begin to pick up your clothes as well as the pieces of your heart.

After the fourth or fifth time, you'll get into a routine. Firstly, returning the shirt you'd stolen incidentally in the entanglement you'd found yourself in the previous night. Secondly reminding yourself how you had gotten there.

Dreadful conversations over some cheap alcohol resurfacing in the morning light, a harsh shot of pain in your temple as you remembered the way you'd previously stumbled over your words. How easily he made you flustered when you'd swear to anyone who listened how much you hated him.

The familiar chorus of texts coming from your friends practically pleading for a response.

"Don't tell me you're with him again."

That familiar feeling of embarrassment creeps up again as you study his face in the dim light, the shadow of a curtain just barely covering it up. How peaceful he looked in the moment and for a second you allowed yourself to believe that he was yours, in the same way that you were his.

You slipped up, that was all it was you'd tell yourself as you recollected yourself in the mirror. As quiet as possible to not wake him up because for some reason, you didn't want to disturb his peace. As if somehow affording him that kindness would make up for your own sleepless nights at his hand.

If anyone were to ask where you'd been, you'd do your best to think of a lie. Something believable and not too quick-witted. It had to be plausible but not too ready on your tongue as if you had been thinking of an alibi, itching to convince yourself.

They'd ramble on and on about how much better you deserve as if you weren't lying in a bed of your own making.

A torturous dance between something and nothing.

The urge to run away from something new. A dangerous deadweight looming over your head and shoulders. Just one more kiss and you'd be done. One more night where you feel like his.

Sometimes the moon looked brighter than the sun to you. The hushed words he spoke to you in the moonlight were much more preferred to the silence of the early mornings when you knew he'd inevitably be swept away from you once more.

This time, though, was different.

The usual routine you'd followed each and every time suddenly melted away in the palm of your hands, slipping through the cracks like water as your hand hesitantly hovered over the doorknob.

A sticky note asking for something from you- after all he had taken and given. One simple request.

"What if this time you stayed?"

If only you had been aware of the nights he’d spent tracing circles against your skin, waiting until you were asleep to close his eyes.

How when he closed his eyes to fall asleep, he couldn’t stop thinking about you so long as you were near him. No matter how far away he had been he would always find his mind and heart returning home to you.

Wordless and defeated, you crawled back into the comfort of the familiar silk sheets. It was strange, new. The feeling of his arms winding around your waist had your head spinning as he pulled you close, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

This time, you had stayed. A simple favor from the heart beating so close to your own, bonded together by an unquenchable yearning for the other.

You would learn to be very gentle with this fragile heart and in return he would make sure that you never have another morning where you felt undesired.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

[alan-in-the-outernet]

another lost!Alex drabble

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She pondered that night at the castle as she sat in the tavern, slowly sipping at her wine.

It hadn't been long since she'd helped to overthrow the king. She'd been told that it would be an easy job since the king would be weakened ahead of time and that it was what the kingdom needed. Indeed, he'd been stuck in his bed unable to do anything by the time she'd gotten to him with her knife. Though he still screamed. Not with terror like one would expect from someone about to die, but with fury. He'd heard the abrupt ends of the princes screams.

However, the job wasn't as easy as it should've been. For some reason, the outsider that the king had recently adopted had been able to put up an impressive fight. They still disgusted her. It was a shock when the king had chosen to adopt an outsider from the neighboring kingdom. A rat like that had no place anywhere near this kingdom, much less the castle. But.. she did have to give them credit for the way they stood in front of the princes. It was strange a one so young could be so tough. She and her team were a group of highly trained professionals, and yet they'd managed to cause so much trouble. They even nearly managed to slay one of them. That just goes to show how dangerous these outsiders are, she supposed.

It was a shame what has to be done to the princes. They were unlucky, being in line for the throne and needing to be dealt with. It was their father's fault for bringing this on them, it was him who'd decided to declare peace and take in that outsider. She was just doing what had to be done. They weren't entirely innocent though, they did still seem to care about that outsider and even tried to hide behind them.

She sighed and took another sip of her wine. Members of her faction had been dropping fast since that happened. Most likely it was a rival assassin working for the other kingdom, but more superstitious folk would say that it was the spirit of the king seeking vengeance. She remembered his desperation and wrath and admitted that the theory made sense, even if she didn't believe in that sort of thing.

Finishing her wine, she paid her tab and left. She was careful to stick to the shadows as she made her way home. She'd made sure not to drink enough alcohol to cloud her senses or judgment in case there was trouble. She might not know the culprit, but it was undeniable that there was someone or something hunting her faction.

Something was wrong. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck stick up in anticipation. She had the feeling she was being watched, but couldn't be sure. It's possible that she was being paranoid, but with a hunter on the loose she couldn't afford not to take this seriously. She tried to lose whatever it was that followed her, dodging into crowds and cloaking herself in shadows. Nothing she did could make the feeling go away. Hoping that it was nothing, she entered the alleyway that lead to her hideout.

However, the moment she was out of sight of the crowd she felt herself get knocked to the ground. Her reflexes kicked in and kept her from hitting her head but she was unable to get up. She was rolled into her back so she could face her attacker. They were wearing a dark cloak and was much shorter than she was expecting. She felt a deep loathing in her very being and could sense that this was an outsider. Looking into their eyes however, she froze in horror. There weren't many things that scared her, but she knew that this outsider was supposed to be dead. She knew this because she helped kill them. The expression on their face was no longer that of a desperate child, but of a cold blooded killer. She'd seen that very same expression in her reflection, but there was more anger behind it here. An icy hatred that made her shiver.

"You- you're dead! You're supposed to- to be dead! I watched you die! I saw you be killed!" she choked out, struggling to get her voice to work.

She watched as those cold, hateful eyes stared into her soul before the other responded, "you cannot kill me in a way that matters."

In terror she cried out "please, I'll give you anything!"

They glared at her and it was as if the temperature dropped several degrees.

"I want my family back" they said, preparing their blade to strike.

"What even..." she paused, her voice wavering as she continued "are you...?"

"A human."

And she was dead.

Horrifying! Lovely!

Okay in all seriousness.. I love the suspense... the flashback ish but not quite towards what happened to the king and the princes.. the horrifyingness of Alex...

Yeah.. avatars would probably be terrifying for these npcs.. they come back...

They come back.. and can not truly die..

[inukag-archive]

Hi inuarchive!! do you any stories, where kagome is the badass pirate and Inuyasha a stowaway or prisoner???

Hi anon, thank you for the ask! This was a toughie because, as you probably have already discovered, most InuKag pirate AUs have Inuyasha in the role of the feared pirate and Kagome as the noblewoman who gets kidnapped.

That being said, we did find two stories that fit your request exactly! They are at the top of the list below, and we included other types of InuKag pirate fics after a divider.

Happy reading!

(Gif by fic-finder @lostinfantasyworlds )

[Pirate Kagome, Captured Inuyasha]

The Captain and the Hanyo by @goshinote (T)

In a world in which youkai have been forced into hiding after the Great War, Captain Higurashi is known as one of the cruelest youkai-hunting pirates. After Captain Higurashi kidnaps Inuyasha, a prized hanyo, a plan is set in motion. Inuyasha will find out Captain Higurashi is nothing like the stories say, and he will discover that nothing is truly as it seems...

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The Hanyo's Parlay by @fawn-eyed-girl, @neutronstarchild, & @ruddcatha (M)

Inuyasha ends up seeking refuge on a boat before collapsing, having challenged and killed two demons who were harassing a hanyō. When he wakes up, he realizes the ship has left port, indeed, the boat is moving, and he’s tied up, on his way to the Black Shikon, an infamous pirate ship. When he arrives, Inuyasha believes he is destined to walk the plank. When the Arrow of the Black Shikon invites him to parlay, Inuyasha finds he is in for a lot more adventure than he ever bargained for.

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[Kagome & Inuyasha Both Pirates]

Shards of the Sea by @starlingchildgazingatthestars (M)

She is wild, she is on the loose, she is nigh uncatchable. But when the pirate captain Inuyasha is given the chance to be pardoned in exchange for her capture, will he take the chance of a peaceful life or will he follow her to the ends of the earth, never quite reaching her? A story told in snippets and drabbles.

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[Pirate Inuyasha, Noblewoman Kagome]

Shikuro: A Caribbean Fairy Tale by Inuma Asahi De (M)

Inuyasha was as bad as pirates came, according to his legend. Kagome was a woman of propriety, destined to marry for her family's honor when all she wanted was to live on the sea. What happens when their eyes meet by chance or perhaps by daring fate?

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Heart of the Sea by Eowyn Organa (T)

The girl who is awaiting her destiny, and the pirate who is running from his past. A mysterious jewel, a terrifying pursuer, and a long lost friend will bring them together on an adventure upon the waves...

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Kagome and the Pirate Captain, The Silver Hanyou by Chocolatechick101 (T)

Kagome is diplomat's daughter kidnapped by the most dangerous pirate captain of the 7 seas to secure a deal. But they didn't know they were about to embark on a great adventure together! 

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Song of the Sea by DeletedAccountNotChangingMind (T)

In the days where Singers are hunted like dogs, one hid in the crowd hoping never to be caught. But all that changed when she is captured by the fierce pirate Silver. Now she must protect her life and even her heart from the theiving pirate.

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Pirates and Princesses Inukag OneShot by @heynikkiyousofine (T)

Kagome was never to marry and settle, but as the kingdom's princess, it was her life. When she meets a thieving pirate, will her whole life change?

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Kagome and The Silver Hanyou by xxxshikonxxx (T)

Kagome Higurashi finds herself captured on her 16th anniversary by The Silver Hanyou, the most worst natured pirate on the 7 seas. What will happen after?

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Seadogs by jellophish (M)

When Lady Kagome is stolen away by pirates, will one of the most feared pirate captains of the 7 Seas hurt her? Or possibly need her help to keep a certain jewel safe? As they travel the seas, romance blooms, but what is the price?

[mixterglacia]

skekMal/Reader prompts/drabbles lesgo!

(as per usual, feel free to use these as a jumping point. Tags are appreciated but not necessary. Feel free to send requests.)

-"Is this it?"

You jolt, sitting up from the carcass you were breaking down. "Excuse me?"

The silhouette of the feared Hunter emerges from the murky treeline. The bone white skull catching the dull moonlight. They drop smoothly beside you, a talon hooking a rib. "Barely enough for a podling."

"Never said I was going to eat it." You remind them.

Their sharp eyes trace your expression, seeking your intent. Then, it clicked. "Bait."

"Aye."

They huff, the cold misting their breath as it leaves their bill. They pat your back, their palm like a stone. "...Too fresh. Split it's stomach, let it rot."

You expected them to be done with you, but skekMal remains at your side as you carry on. Once satisfied, they grip the back of your neck.

With a smooth motion, they pull you to your feet. "We're losing light."

As they make their way their way through the brush, you observe them. A vision of power and skill. Perfectly at home in the forest they stalked.

You don't really have any options beyond following...not that you'd want to.

- skekMal being forced to tend to you after you've broken your legs. Surprisingly skilled, but the opposite of gentle.

- In contrast, Reader tending to an injured Hunter.

- Being stranded in some horribly dangerous location, forced to cooperate lest both of you die.

- Their hand finding yours as they teach you to read tracks.

- Playing a fucked up game of hide and seek, that starts as a real Hunt, but turns into a much beloved way to unwind.

[skarletchains]

Drabble - She, part 1

Kurapika's backstory (pre Hunter Exam)

"Really, Kurapika, her?"

With a sweet and loving voice, the older woman slowly approached the small round table where Kurapika was sitting and wiped it with a dry cloth, wiping it clean, even though it was already clean enough. The blonde man's hazel eyes, which had spent the last few moments staring at the café's exit door, slowly turned to look at her, curious about her question.

"You can call me a nosy old woman if you wish, but I think I have enough authority to interfere, given that you've been coming here every afternoon for two years to drink the same coffee and read another book from my old, dusty library. You know I adore your presence, Kurapika, and I don't mind hiding you from the police or giving you work when you need it. You bring with you a charm and serenity that are appreciated here…" Kurapika remained silent while the woman spoke, although his expression softened slightly at her words, just as it softened every time he read a new book.

"This past year, I've seen many women and men turn to you like a sudden crush. Some have tried to get close to you, others haven't. Yet, you've rejected them all without even taking your eyes off the book you're reading…" They both let out a small chuckle, almost in unison at the woman's words. "You have unique judgment"

Raising a finger like a teacher about to give an explanation, Kurapika finally mentioned "The way a person approaches you for the first time says a lot about them. Approaching me, telling me they found me attractive or that I caught their attention and not mentioning the book I'm reading, says they were simply fixated on my appearance, and superficiality is something I don't like"

"You are very perceptive, Kurapika" The woman smiled sadly but sweetly as she wiped her hands with the rag before putting it in her apron pocket. "I overheard the conversation a bit. She's an intelligent and astute woman. She asked you about the book and simply shared her knowledge with you, not seeking anything else. And the expression in your eyes darkened slightly… I may be old, but I'm no fool" Winking at him knowingly, the woman didn't want to go into details about Kurapika's sexuality, just to give him his space. If anything, if he wanted to talk about it, he'd start the conversation.

"I don't know her that well, but I know she doesn't come from a very nice family. They're always on everyone's lips, something from the underworld, apparently." She wandered in a low voice, more like a thought out loud than a real warning.

"I know that despite being quite young, you're a very mature and rational boy, Kurapika. I just ask that you be careful. It's good to follow your instincts, but if at any point you feel in danger, it's not cowardly to walk away… I know you already know that, I just wanted to make sure you remembered."

Kurapika knew that dismissing her concern would be rude to her, and he didn't want that, not with her, not with the woman who gave him a safe place and a job for the last two years of his life. "I appreciate it" he mentioned politely, his eyes wandering back to the exit door. "Where can I find her?"

Giggling softly to herself, the woman shook her head, slightly amused. "I'll give you a hint, but you'll have to find her yourself… you want to become a Hunter, don't you? Then, here" The older woman mentioned, slightly amused, as she scribbled a few words on a napkin and handed it to Kurapika.

[meabh-mcinness]

Any Relationship/Choose Your Own Adventure Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Key:

Angst Ⓐ Smut ♣ Dark 𓆉 Multichapter ■ Series ☁︎ Fics ♪ Ficlets ♦ Headcannons ☼ Drabbles ⌂ Commission ✶ Art Trade ☪

Hide and Seek (any demon x gn!reader)♦♣

Living anywhere was dangerous. Natural disasters, man or demon-made catastrophes, or something bigger and stronger than you comes along and decides you would make the perfect meal. A more than good enough meal that they are more than willing to chase, hunt down, and devour you whole.

[fruitsoxs]

roberto drabble????? staring 👁👁 love me an old man

happy dilf day <3

pairing; roberto de niro x (AFAB) reader warnings; !nsfw minors dni!, smut, thigh riding, pwp tbh

notes; uhhhhhhhh anyway-

“Well this is…bad luck…” His gruff voice sends shivers down your spine, his lips dangerously close to your ear. It comes out in a soft whisper. Currently, you’re pressed up against each other in the tightest space known to man, hiding away from the gunshots outside. Your face is crammed into his chest, his smell (some cheap cologne mixed with cigarette smoke) invading every breath you take.  One of his arms wrapped around your back and the other pressed against the wall behind you. You’re almost straddling one of his legs, which is making you go absolutely insane with the horniest  thoughts. You’re pressed so close together that every movement feels intimate. 

It happened so fast. One moment the group was simply traveling along a small town, stopping to grab some water. Next thing you know one of the locals recognizes Vash, and soon enough every single person is after the bounty on his head. They don’t seem to care who you are either, you’re with Vash so they were on your ass too. Roberto, being the fast thinker he is, decided to suddenly pull you along with him into a tight space between two buildings.

You’re definitely hidden from the fight outside, but now you’re stuck like this. For who knows how long. 

Another gunshot from outside makes you flinch, and the older man sighs as he pulls you closer. His hand on your back moves in comforting circles. His touch is so soft. You can’t seem to relax though. The action outside is scary, but the real problem is that you have this huge crush on this old reporter. Being so close to him is making your heart beat so fast you’re sure it’s about to explode.

He shifts around slightly, his leg pressing a bit too close to a place you have only dreamed he would touch. “Sorry.” He mumbles, his breath hitting your ear. Your hands grip into the fabric of his shirt, as you try to keep it together. He must notice your distress because he pauses for a moment. “What’s wrong?” he asks. You bite your cheek, suddenly very glad your head is pressed into his chest. He can’t see how red your face is. “Just nervous. Don’t want to die here” You reply.

It isn’t a lie, but it isn’t the full truth either. You’re nervous for sure, but it’s definitely not because of the gunshots outside. He lets out a soft “Hm” and leans in closer. “Now feel free to push me out there into the fire if I’m wrong, but I don’t quite believe you.” He whispers, his hand on your back moving up to the back of your head. “You’ve never been this nervous around guns before.” He continues, and the space suddenly feels even smaller. He’s too smart.

When you don’t answer he chuckles. It’s a low chuckle that makes his chest vibrate. 

Suddenly his leg shifts again, applying just a little bit of pressure between your legs. You let out a soft whimper and tense up right away. What is he doing? There’s no way he’s doing this on purpose right? But he proves you wrong by moving his leg again. This time the pressure is more intense. Your hips move on their own, seeking that sweet feeling. “There you go.” He mumbles, and suddenly his lips are trailing down your neck. He bites and sucks at the sensitive spot.

Soft moans leave your lips. His facial hair tickles your skin a bit, but you don’t mind. It all feels good. Too good to be happening while you’re hiding away from a bunch of people that want you dead. He pushes you so your back is pressed against the wall. His hands fly down to your hips and grip them tightly. You tilt your head back finally, looking up at his own rosy cheeks. 

“Ro-Robertto-” He cuts you off by digging his nails into your hips, shushing you softly. “Shh. We don’t want everyone to hear what we’re doing, now do we?” He asks as he pulls you against his leg. Your hands fly up to your lips as you let out a muffled cry. You nod your head as he moves you against his leg. “Good girl.”

It takes everything within you not to die right there and then. Your body is on fire, eyes half lidded as you ride his leg. He grunts a bit, dilated eyes focused on your lulled out face. He seems to be enjoying this even more than you. You don’t even notice as the gunshots stop. He leans in and presses his lips against yours finally. Just as he does you feel that fire in your gut hit its peak, and suddenly you’re cumming on his leg. 

It doesn’t seem like he intends on stopping until the voices from your group start calling out for the two of you.  He slows down his movements against your sensitive cunt, smirking as he pulls away. You whine at the sudden loss of his warmth. “Don’t give me that look sweetheart.” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss against your temple. “We can definitely go again later.” he promises before adjusting the hard on in his pants and stepping out into the sunlight again.

You follow soon after fixing your clothes. 

“Fucking Christ we’ve been looking everywhere for you two-” Wolfwood’s eyes land on your neck. “Is that a hickey?” He asks and your face turns bright red. You look over at Roberto with a slack jaw, and he shrugs. “Oops.”

[halla-hunts-the-wolf]

A Talk in the Gardens

One of those aforementioned drabbles circa 2020. Lavellan & Dorian have a sweet chat during their visit to the Sunburst Throne. It can be hard to find a moment of reprieve when the world's about to end, and it's even harder when you're parents to a rambunctious hero in the making.

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Basking like a cat in the summer sun, Mahvir Lavellan nestles himself in the Grand Cathedral's gardens. Orlais was beautiful this time of year, and he thoroughly enjoys hiding among the teeming wildlife. The flowers threaten to loom over his head, from the overgrown rose bushes to the blooms of crystal grace.

The sweet aroma engulfs his senses and makes him drowsy, it wouldn't be amiss if someone caught him purring, or mumbling about a past life and happier times. An elf was most in his element in nature, even in the confines of towering concrete walls on all sides. To the Dalish elf, the garden reminds him of the home he lost years ago. He was visiting the Sunburst Throne; the entire Inner Circle was. It was one of those rare summits where Divine Victoria allowed all her old friends to gather. The topic of this meeting was, of course, Fen'Harel.

Currently, they were on a recess. Thus, the retired Inquisitor found a refuge where he knew it best.

He forces his closed eyes apart when he hears the rumble of clumsy feet marching toward him.

He was not surprised to see his niece and nephew, Ellana's twins, or his own son leading them into the tulips. A warning rumbled in the back of his throat. The warmth in the air had made him sluggish.

Another voice, dangerously intoxicant in its familiarity, beat him to it.

"Stay clear of the flowers, unless you want to be replanting them!" Dorian's tone, while stern, easily frays with his fondness for the children.

Mahvir turns to greet him with a welcoming smile. "Dorian Pavus braving the outside world? the cathedral must be on fire."

The mage huffs before sinking to sit on the bench beside him. "The children wanted to play and I offered to watch them." His grey eyes followed after the troop of three as they changed course towards the pond a few yards away. "I don't get to see the twins enough. They are a spitting image of their parents."

Mahvir hums in agreement as he scoots closer, resting his head against Dorian's shoulder. "Does it bother you? That Alec doesn't look like us?"

A short laugh tumbles from the Magister as his gaze lingers on the young elf in question. The boy had the most unruly brunette locks and the most vibrant green eyes he'd ever seen. "It only bothers me that I can not claim him by name. I am happy he is a Lavellan, but I wish he could also be a Pavus."

Mahvir seeks out his lover's hand, offering it a reassuring squeeze. "He is a Pavus, and the people who matter are the ones who know it."

"He is my son," Dorian murmurs forcefully. Whether it was to convince himself or the world around them, Mahvir wasn't sure.

"He is, Vehnan, and he'll never doubt it."

Dorian dismisses the conversation with a wave of his free hand. "I suppose you're right, although he is like you in every other way. The way he gives those puppy eyes when he wants something? It's insufferable."

It is Mahvir's turn to laugh, and he does so joyously. "It is only insufferable because you fall for it! And Nellie, Mythal's Mercy, she is just like you. That clever tongue of hers will get her in trouble one day."

"Oh, but that's the best trouble to be in."

"You would know."

They lapse into silence. Comfortable. Peaceful.

Their moment is broken by a chorus of disgruntled shouting in the distance, muffled by towering hedges and reeds. Dorian sighs and pushes himself to his feet. "I suppose that is my cue. I would ask you to come with me, but you seemed to enjoy your nap."

"It's been a while since I've had one."

Dorian moves to step away, but he is caught by arms slinking around his waist. One made of flesh and the other made of metal.

Mahvir pulls him back in, and the embrace is nearly bone-crushing. The elf presses his face against the mage's abdomen, nuzzling against the soft fabric of his robes. He waits as if he is holding the other man hostage, until he feels careful hands brush through his chestnut hair.

"I love you, Dorian." He murmurs as if it was some secret between them.

Dorian takes a step away, releasing himself from the elf's hold, before bending down to take Mahvir's face between his hands, caressing his jaw with the pad of his thumb. They stay this way for a long moment, as the world grows still.

Dorian remains transfixed on his lover's face, from the faint strays of silver in his chestnut hair to the tiredness in his amber eyes. He leans in to kiss the wrinkles (some from worry, but more from laughter) that creased his loving expression. "Rest well, my beloved."

[kellanved-ammanas]

TF2 Drabbles: Sniper & Merasmus - Child Support

Summary: AU, any two characters: "Your [pet species of choice] humped my [pet of same species], and now there are babies on the way." (Bonus points if the pet species is a bird - especially as those, AFAIK, aren't usually neutered so there'd be less implication of irresponsible pet ownership.)

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A furious knocking on the camper van’s door woke Sniper. Annoying but he probably didn’t need to be napping in the middle of the afternoon anyway. It rarely made him feel good and hurt his ability to fall asleep at night when he was actually supposed to, ultimately resulting in not getting enough sleep overall. So with a groan that turned into a yawn halfway through, he rolled out of bed.

After checking to make sure he was clothed – he was no stranger to falling asleep naked and then forgetting he’d done so before facing the world and other people again – he dragged his feet over to answer the door. It was Merasmus, looking disgruntled. Not exactly a new look for him since he’d begrudgingly come to the base a couple months ago seeking a place to hide from the various gangs and other dangerous folk he’d angered.

“What is it?” Sniper asked, barely holding back another yawn.

“Your owl, Sir Hootsalot has fornicated with Mollie. They now nesting in my magic cauldron.”

That would explain where Sir Hootsalot had got to. In hindsight, they perhaps should’ve expected this when Merasmus had moved into the base with an owl in tow. But it not having been a problem before, it hadn’t occurred to Sniper to try to do anything to prevent it. And it was too late now.

“I guess I owe you child support now, huh?” What exactly that would entail, Sniper didn’t know. But if they were nesting among Merasmus’ stuff, he would be forced to take the most responsibility and thus Sniper should offer something since his pet was fifty percent at fault.

“That would be much appreciated. Also assistance with moving them and their nest and eggs out of the cauldron would be even more appreciated.”

“Can’t you just levitate them out?”

“Levitation is not always the most delicate of magics and well…” he grimaced as he averted his eyes, “it is not Merasmus’ strongest magic. I worry about hurting the eggs.”

Sniper would be worried about the same thing thus would prefer to let them be. But a magic cauldron was probably not the healthiest place to nest, especially once the eggs hatched. So moving them would be wise. “All right. I guess let’s go move them then.” Sniper didn’t have anything else to do right now anyway.